My father was a gambler down in Georgia
And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
The Allman Brothers, Ramblin’ Man
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home,
And when he died
All he left us was alone.
The Temptations, Papa Was A Rolling Stone
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans
The Animals, The House of the Rising Sun
Gambler tried to be a family man
Though it didn’t suit his style
He thought he had him a winning combination
So he took us where the stakes were high
Her parents warned her
Tried to reason with her
Never kept their disappointment hid
They all went to pieces when the bad luck hit
Stuck in the middle, I was the kid
Mama Couldn’t Be Persuaded
Warren Zevon
Is this correct? I always took the last line to be
“all he left us was a loan”.
Daddy was a cop
On the east side of Chicago
Back in the USA
Back in the bad old days
Paper Lace - The Night Chicago Died
My old man gets drunk and beats up his children
And he spends his packet on cheap whiskey and barroom tarts
And he’s got a bleeding ulcer
And he swears ‘til he’s bleedin’ hoarse
And he can’t control his temper
My old man’s a joke
Workin’ for the company
And they laugh at him, what a piece of human waste
He’s not alive
But he ain’t dead yet
Smoking pot? Try cigarettes
Three cheers for my old man
Essay: Me Dad - Nobby Clegg & The Civilians
An only child alone and wild
A cab’net maker’s son
His hands were meant for diff’rent work
And his heart was known to none
Dan Fogelberg, Leader of the band
I was born in Macon, Georgia
They kept my dad in the Macon jail
My Daddy said “Son, if you keep you hands clean
You won’t hear them blood hounds on your trail”
Jason Ringenberg, I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water
(Original lyrics by J. Babcock)
Mama was a looker
Lord how she shined
Papa was a good’n
but the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama’s in the graveyard
Papa’s in the pen
Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.
Factory - Bruce Springsteen
My father was a lighthouse keeper
Watched the ladies in their gowns
Watched the waves getting steeper
Watched the ships going down
Incredible String Band, My Father Was a Lighthouse Keeper
Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge,
Bought it at an auction at the Mason’s Lodge.
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side,
Just shot a coat of primer, then he looked inside.
Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin’ sound
Well, the sheriff came around in the middle of the night,
Heard mama cryin’, knew something wasn’t right.
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load,
You could smell the whiskey burnin’ down Copperhead Road.
Steve Earle, Copperhead Road
Father? Yes, son?
I want to kill you.
The End The Doors.
thwartme
I had a dad
Big and strong
Then I turned around and
I found my daddy gone
He was the one who made me
What I am today
It’s up to me now
My daddy has gone away
Had A Dad --Jane’s Addiction
How about Mom lyrics?
What’s your name? Who’s your Daddy?
Is he rich, is he rich like me?
Has he taken eany time to show you
What you need to live?
“Time of the Season” by the Zombies
The Ding Dong Daddy of the D-Car line
Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time
He reaped a little more than he could sow
Oh the pleasure the mormons in Utah know
-Ding Dong Daddy
Cherry Poppin’ Daddies
My father was a man of power
Whom everyone obeyed
Jethro Tull, Thick as a Brick
“Daddy?”
"Yes son?
“What does regret mean?”
“Well the funny thing about regret is, it’s better to regret something you have done than somethig you haven’t…and son, if you see your mother, tell her SATANsatansatan.”
“The five o’clock whilstle’s on the blink.
the whistle won’t blow and wadda think
my papa’s still in the factory
'cause he don’t know what tiiiiiiiime
it happens to be.”